Google says:8. a dying kiss

“TRISTAM! TRISTAM WHERE ARE YOU!?” The tyrak cried into the air, his emerald eyes scanning the surrounding area before he finally spotted something in the distance. He raced over to the downed figure, shifting into his human form in the process.

He carefully cradled the fae’s head in his lap, tears trailing down his face as he hugged Tristam close. “Don’t do this…please, wake up…” He pleaded, pulling away in hopes that his companion would open his eyes. When Tristam didn’t even move Oro let out a choked sob, his forehead resting again the other’s head before he gently kissed him.

Pulling away once more he weakly whispered, “I love you…”

It all started out so innocent, he came to fix my old tractor and my gratitude was payment enough for him. Then I started seeing him around town more often, until that one night my hopes were realized.

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“Today of all fucking days!” Arelette shouted as she kicked her car’s tire before opening her trunk to grab the blankets she kept back there for this exact emergency.

Arrie thought this would be a nice trip; just the two of them out in the Canadian wilderness, away from all the hustle and bustle of the city in a cozy little cabin her family owned. She didn’t think her car would break down on her in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, but here they were. She could easily go and get them help, but then she’d be leaving Tristam all alone, and even if she did get help, she highly doubted they’d want to leave til morning. 

Practically hissing at the howling winds, the brunette quickly got back into the car and tossed Tristam a blanket before wrapping herself in hers. She couldn’t  look at him though, not even to see how he was coping; it was her damn fault they were caught in this mess. 

10. an assertive kiss.@deadlyarccna

Playing with your muse’s hair

13. discreetly.

The market was always a wild place, but it was always so much more manageable with Tristam by his side. His companion had gone off to fetch some vegetables while Clay picked out fresh apples. The noises around him slowly made his muscles tense up, the idle chatter of the people like a nails on a chalkboard.